Immortal Rider (LD2) (39 page)

But she didn’t deserve to be lied to, either. Clearly, there had been way too much of that going on for way too long. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “What Limos did was—”

“What she’d been raised to do.”

He jerked. “You’re defending her? She’s the reason my family was killed. She stole Deliverance and conspired to break our Seals. She betrayed us all.”

“I’m not defending what she did.” Cara laid her hand on his chest, which always had a calming effect on him, even through his armor… but then, her very presence turned the hard leather to soft doeskin, so he could feel her touch right through it. “But keep in mind where she grew up and who raised her. She didn’t know any better.”

“She still should have told us before this.”

“I’m sure she’s regretting that decision.” She went up on her toes and pecked him on the lips. “We should go. It’s time for Rath’s feeding.”

“Give me a second to talk to Than.” He pulled her close, needing the brief, full-body contact for just a second. “I’m sorry about the hellhound Pestilence killed.”

“I am too,” she murmured. “But I’m glad everyone else is safe. Tonight could have gone a whole lot worse.”

Ares didn’t tell her he had a feeling the “worse” was coming. Maybe not tonight, but soon.

He left her to help Than’s vampire staff with cleanup, and joined his brother at the hearth, where he was standing very still, head bowed, doing his best to keep himself under control.

“I’m guessing Arik was successful in freeing Limos?” Than’s voice was icy cold and as calm as the ocean before a storm, and Ares’s hackles raised.

“It appeared so.”

Thanatos peered into the fire, the flames dancing in his eyes. “Losing Reseph was hard. But the things he’s done since his Seal broke have been because he isn’t himself.” Around his feet, the shadows began to swirl. “But with Li… she did what she did with no broken Seal. Because of her, we suffered the curses. And now we could have Lucifer up our asses because she killed Sartael. How the fuck are we supposed to deal with that?”

“I don’t know, brother. But for now, we have to stay level.”

Now there was hypocrisy at its finest, given how Ares had stormed into Limos’s bedroom, hoping she’d arm up and give him a good battle. Fortunately, she’d mated a decent, honorable male who had talked some sense into Ares.

The veins in Than’s temples throbbed, and his voice scraped gravel. “I’m not sure I can do that right now.”

Shit. That left them with only one option; brace for impact. “Cara said everyone’s gone. It’s just your vamps, so you don’t have to worry if you go nuclear. I’ll make sure my Ramreels and Cara’s hounds are gone too.”

Than nodded, and Ares knew better than to stick around. He found Cara and headed outside to open a gate. It really sucked how their run of good luck had turned to utter disaster. And as he glanced back at Thanatos, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the disasters were just beginning.

They found Hekili in the cellar, and Limos, who had seen every atrocity possible, who had grown desensitized to
violence, reeled in shock. He truly had been butchered as if he were a cow in a slaughterhouse, and she had no doubt he’d been alive when the cutting began.

She didn’t know if she’d have reacted the same way to his gruesome death before she’d let Arik into her life, but it didn’t matter. The fact was that she’d liked the warg, had trusted him, and he’d died because of her.

He’d died in part because of her lies… lies she’d tried to protect by killing Sartael. And by killing Sartael, she’d enraged Lucifer, who would stop at nothing to hurt her and everyone around her.

Arik tried to pull her into his arms as they stood in the dark, dank cellar beneath her kitchen, and there was nothing she wanted more.

But she avoided his embrace, certain she’d lose her resolve if he caged her in his strong arms.

“Limos?”

“Don’t.” She darted up the steps and blew through the kitchen and out the front door. Arik followed, but she wouldn’t let him close. “Don’t touch me.”

He stood in the light of the moon, his dogtags glinting on his bare chest as if beckoning her. They’d been her comfort when he’d been in Sheoul, and now she hoped they’d be his. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?”

“I made a huge mistake, Arik.” She wrapped her arms around her middle, trying to hold herself together. Funny how she’d calmly dressed in shorts and a tank top after being told about Hekili, but now she was ready to come apart at the seams. “I’ve let what I
want
to be, a woman, a wife, a mother, overshadow what I
need
to be.”

“What are you talking about?” He moved forward, his bare feet sinking in the sand, but she stepped back.

“I’ve been a fool, hoping for what I can never have. I’m a Horseman of the Apocalypse. Half demon, half angel. All warrior who is meant for nothing but fighting.”

The lean angle of his jaw became a knife blade as his expression grew fierce. “You are all of those things and more. You are a beautiful woman, a wife, and we’ll make you a mother. Until then, we’ll fight together—”

“
No.
” She bit back a cry at what he’d just said. She wanted those things so much, but it was just a fantasy. “We won’t. It’s over, Arik. Divorce isn’t possible for us, but separation is.”

His head rocked back as if she’d slapped him. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do. You’re in danger because of me. You’ll always be in danger. If not from Pestilence, then from Lucifer. They’ll kill you to hurt me. I can’t live with that, Arik. I won’t.”

“Dammit, Limos, it’s my choice to be with you. I’m willing to live with the danger.”

Of course he was. He was braver than anyone she’d ever met. But he was mortal, and bravery got more men killed than cowardice.

“I’m not.”

He ground his teeth so hard she could hear the scrape of enamel. “I don’t care. We’re married. That means I don’t walk away at the first little fight we have. And trust me, this barely counts as a fight. Get drunk, beat the shit out of everyone around you, and tell me you fucked a few neighbors, and then we’ll talk.”

His father was so lucky he was dead, because at this moment, she’d hunt him down and kill him for planting that kind of memory in Arik’s head.

Then it occurred to her that she had to go just as far now, or Arik would never give up on them. She might hate herself for doing this, but at least he’d be alive.

She inhaled deeply, preparing to throw a punch that was going to knock him down. “If you don’t accept my decision, I can
make
you accept it. I’ll get in your head and do some creative work so you think our breakup is your choice, not mine. Is that what you want?” Her ability wasn’t that extensive, but hopefully Arik didn’t know that.

He paled, and Limos’s chest broke wide open. “You wouldn’t. You swore—”

“I lied.” Steeling herself against his anger and disappointment, she shrugged. “You should be used to that by now.”

“Limos…” His voice cracked, and it dawned on her that he’d avoided saying her name for so long, and now he used it over and over in this conversation, as if using it as a lifeline. “Don’t do this. I love you. You love me.”

And now for the knockout blow. “That,” she said, reaching deep into the Limos she used to be, the Limos who enjoyed being a demon, “was a lie too.”

Heart wrenching, she threw a gate and left Arik alone on the beach.

Thirty

Regan hadn’t left when everyone else had.

Arik had told her to go, but she wasn’t a quitter, and what happened tonight only strengthened her resolve. Some big, bad evil had gone through like a tornado, tearing up the ground outside and completely destroying two outbuildings. A number of the demon guards had been slaughtered, either by Pestilence or by the gargantuan thing, and Regan’s mission had been clearer than ever.

The demons had to be stopped, the Apocalypse turned back. And if it took a Horseman’s kid to do it, so be it.

While she waited for the last of the wedding guests to leave, she patrolled the grounds. Bundled in her parka, a stang in her gloved hand, she studied footprints and the bloodstains in the snow where demons had died. She’d encountered a lot of demons in her life, but some of the tracks she found were new to her, and some of them, like the Godzilla-sized one thirty yards from the keep, left
her shaken. Regular-sized demons were hard enough to fight. How would humans fare against monsters as tall as twenty-story buildings?

Tired and shivering, she finally went back inside, but as she entered the great room, the sensation of being watched froze her mid-stride. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she swiveled her head toward the big warrior standing in front of the fire.

His merciless gaze was trained on her, flickering with cold death. All around him shadows swirled, turning his white bone armor gray and moving faster and faster as she watched. Her dark gift reared up, tapping against her skull as if wanting out.

Stay calm… must… stay… calm
.

In horrifying slow motion, the shadows formed mouths and eyes, and then suddenly, one shot toward her.

A scream escaped her as she whirled and sprinted toward her bedroom, but the thing hit her from behind, sending her sprawling on the stone floor. Pain, as if a million tiny needles were being jammed all the way to the bone, became the air she breathed. Something seemed to reach inside her, and she swore she felt an icy hand close around her heart. A tugging sensation joined the pain, and holy shit, now she knew how it felt to be skinned alive, to have an essential part of you peeled away from other essential parts.

The thing was ripping her soul right out of her body.

All her training, all her discipline, went out the window, and she unleashed her gift. Her body vibrated, and light spilled from her, seeping from her very pores, until she was blinded from the white flash. The pain dissolved as a coil of living light extracted the invading shadow from her body.

Thanatos burst around the corner and skidded to a halt, his eyes wide. More shadows tore away from him and attacked the light. The ball of dark and light writhed, tangled in the air, and then, gradually, the shadows swallowed the glow.

Regan didn’t wait around to see what would happen next.

On legs so wobbly they could hardly bear her weight, she stumbled into the bedroom and slammed the door. His vamp servants had started a fire in the hearth, but the room was cold, which didn’t help the shakes that wracked her body as she collapsed against the dresser, nearly knocking over a bottle of mead and two glasses sitting on a tray.

Mead…
yes
. Alcohol sounded like a really good idea. Her trembling fingers knocked over one of the glasses, but somehow she caught it before it hit the floor. The door opened, and she did her best to not shake even harder as Than walked in and gently took the glass from her.

She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t let him see in her eyes how terrified she was at the close call she’d just had. As a Guardian, she’d been in more life-or-death situations than she could count, but this was the first time she’d actually felt herself dying.

Swallowing over and over, she pointed at the mead. “Open?”

“Damn,” he murmured, as he popped the wax seal off the rim. “Where did you find this?”

“V-vampire,” she said, hating herself for the stuttering.

A comforting gurgle and splash filled the room as he poured. Taking her hand, he placed the glass in her palm, wrapped her fingers around it, and guided the rim to her mouth.

“Drink,” he said softly, tipping the glass as it touched her lips.

The red liquid, spicy and smooth, flooded her mouth like a balm, easing her nerves before she even swallowed. “Those… were your souls, right?”

“Yes.” Thanatos stepped back with a glass of his own. He took two large drinks before saying, “When I’m angry, the souls that live inside my armor can break free. They want only one thing, and that’s to kill.”

“Why?”

“Because if they make a kill, they’re freed from me.”

She shuddered, remembering the pain as the thing tried to rip her apart from the inside. Was that what her victims experienced when she let loose her ability? Did they feel the living light tear the souls out of their bodies? She took another sip of her wine, and a tingly sensation joined the warmth spreading through her. “How do they get inside your armor?”